A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
Instead, he looked at the deposit record.
“That money was temporary financing.”
“From whom?” I asked.
He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his cuff.
“People don’t always want their names involved.”
“Daniel’s name is involved.”
“Daniel wasn’t supposed to—”
He stopped.